Penhaligon’s Trade Routes holds many a mystery, but there’s a new scent in town that’s left everyone confounded. Uncommon ingredients grow tangled betwixt unlikely vegetation. Saffron and spice. Towering trees of sandal and cedar. You might call it a horticultural melting pot, of sorts.
Wonder no longer, the ships have brought new gifts home. And we couldn’t possibly conceal a scent so heavenly.
Babylon is the place, and the perfume is Babylon.
BABYLON'S ARRIVAL
It's the Talk of the City
Theses washes and lotions ought to lubricate the chatter. Golden scented waters bring life to all of Babylon, where the body is the temple. Care to swim in such divinely scented pools as these? Look no further.